What I mistook for a lack of passion in Ronnie was actually love. Ronnie took his time and stroked me and rubbed me to get me in the mood because it w...s important to him that I enjoyed sex with him. Arthur on the other hand often just fucked me brutally until I couldn't walk.I really should have seen the signs. Men do treat their women the way they treat their toys. Ronnie loved his Mustang and took very good care of it. That was also the way he treated me. Arthur's car was a piece of shit and. But this seemed perfectly natural and beautiful beyond belief.It was while she was lying thus, that she first heard the voices. They were just a whisper, almost as if the wind and leaves had organized to form words instead of their usual random rustling. She sat up and looked around, but saw no one. Had she really heard something? Or was it her imagination? She lay down again and listened. At first there was just the wind in the trees. But as before the sound organized to words that slowly. Her friends did the same. The woman took them, stamped them and handed over the duplicate to them. "You must keep these with you and give them to whoever you want to play with. Enjoy your night!" she informed them. "Sally will escort you to the main room. Have fun!" Sally, the woman that opened the door for us, guided us through another door that took them to a hallway. She opened another door and led them in. It was a locker room. "Please leave your purses and coats here. You won't be. No, these were clearly the notorious Sardonica girls, the mostalluring and dangerous fays for miles around. Wouldn't it be niceto catch 'em ? he thought. And then his brain, which had more insand outs than most folks suspected, started casting around for a plan. It took weeks, but he finally hit on something promising. Large quantitiesof fay-nip grew in the gullies around Butcher's Swallow. It is widely knownthat fay-nip is a powerful fairy stimulant. "What if I gave 'em a concentrateddose?".